She fails to fill the void, she is constricted inside, her heart squeezes into lime juice straight to her eyes, dissipating out through her pupils into the charcoal dusty skies. Her heavy metal voice spins sunrays into shrapnel, splinters etching her face into a plaster-cracked mural. Trey and her, they sway in circles, with upturned hands, fingerprints spiralled, they are reaching for their destinies with their parallel energies, their lip-balm scented breaths are blowing kisses in synergy, and just as the scorpion tosses its tail to the earth, she relives her dark demise and her remarkable rebirth.
a little bird tweets 
Great to see you posting again. Great to see you posting again. And with great stuff 😊
Alexraphael, thank you so much 😊 I had a wave of inspiration yesterday…the first in quite a while.
I’m glad. It’s wonderful to know you still write.
Thank you 🙂
Its been a while since I’ve read your words and its worth it for this wonderful poem. It reminds me of home which is suffering as I write from a storm on the Mississippi. I hope all is well… jc
Hi JC. It has been a while. A few hours prior to posting this, I had a wave of inspiration and I had to write it down. I aim to post more often now and I cannot thank you more for supporting my blog from the very beginning. It’s great to still see you here 🙂 Donna